Herding our families in Nashville for Ron's graduation was like herding cats. Really pissed off cats. Not that they were pissed off, they were just EVERYWHERE and it took a whole day and much manipulation with promises of dinner and booze to get them all in one place at one time. So, I insisted on taking a picture. Two pictures, actually.
Here's the first one, just prior to which I said, "Say cheeeeese!"
And here's the second shot, just prior to which I said, "Say 'We're pregnant!"
Because we are. Well, technically, I am. Twelve-and-a-half weeks and counting, due the first week of January.
Their expressions crack me up. Both dads are sort of dumbfounded. My mom looks so surprised you'd think she'd just realized I'm not a virgin. The SIL and niece (her daughter) have EXACTLY the same look on their faces, and my MIL is pointing at me accusingly for reasons I don't understand, but it probably has something do to with the fact that I don't iron my husband's shirts.
We're thrilled and Claire is so excited to be a big sister.
And I'm telling you, when we shake things up around here, we like to do it ALL. AT. ONCE.